Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were chained up on the Demon Slaying Platform. Destructive currents continued to flow down the stone pillars from the Demonic Abyss above their heads, landing on the two of them. This power alone was extremely difficult to deal with, and Ye Futian and Yu Sheng had to fight it seriously.
Yu Sheng seemed to be wearing demonic armor, and Ye Futian's body was surrounded by divine light. The Light of Buddha shone brilliantly, constantly destroying the power that invaded his body.
In Ye Futian's perception, the power flowing into his body had all kinds of colors. There was blood-red destructive power, purple light of catastrophe, and dark corrosive power. It was as if all kinds of destructive power in the world had invaded his body. It could not only corrode and destroy his flesh, but also his spiritual soul.
The Light of Buddha contained a powerful purifying power. At the same time, the aura of the World Tree flowed. Ye Futian's body seemed to have turned into a tree. The aura of life was extremely rich, and this power was even flowing into Yu Sheng's body.
"Don't help me," said Yu Sheng. "I can do it myself."
"Alright." Ye Futian did not insist. He withdrew the power and focused on dealing with it.
Yu Sheng had been in the Devil World for so many years and had received personal guidance from the Devil Emperor. He must have many powerful methods.
The Devil Emperor had trained him as the heir of the Devil World. He wanted him to lead the Devil Army, so he naturally taught him everything he knew. How could Yu Sheng not be strong?
"This power is only at the beginning. The catastrophe born at midnight is a destructive power condensed from all the power. It can threaten us, so we have to be careful," Yu Sheng said. He looked up at the sky and said, "It's coming soon."
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded and prepared himself.
Above the blue dome of heaven, the deep demonic abyss was nurturing a terrifying power. It was like a pair of eyes, terrifying to the extreme. Blood-red tribulation clouds, purple lightning tribulation, dark black demonic light … All of them were being nurtured and gathered together, forming an incomparable power above their heads.
Ye Futian sensed it quietly. This seemed to be the most primitive catastrophe of the Heavenly Path. This aura made Ye Futian feel a sense of familiarity, as if it was similar to some kind of power.
But where this sense of familiarity came from, he could not tell.
This catastrophe was even more terrifying than the divine catastrophe he had experienced before. It was naturally stronger than the aura of others who had gone through it.
His catastrophe was different from the others.
"Punishment from the Heavenly Dao!" The Demonic Abyss was a prison set up by the Heavenly Path for those who had committed great crimes. The Calamity of the Demonic Abyss was the punishment for the sinners.
What was the Heavenly Law?
In ancient times, the Heavenly Dao also had its own will?
Since that was the case, why did the Heavenly Dao collapse in ancient times?
All of this was still an unfathomable mystery to him.
However, he had already begun to come into contact with some of the truths of the world.
For example, the identity of his adoptive father, Yu Sheng's past, the death of Emperor Ye Qing, and many other things that happened in the past. Once his cultivation level was high enough, he would naturally be able to answer his questions. If he became an Emperor, all the secrets of the world would be easily solved.
The Eye of the Demonic Abyss shone with devastating divine light, which turned into a blood-red shadow of a devastating catastrophe sword. It then slashed down towards Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
Boom!
Yu Sheng and Ye Futian's physical bodies were unparalleled. Their divine and demonic bodies roared as the blood-red sword of destruction slashed down, piercing through their bodies. It was as if there was no power in the world that could stop it.
Swoosh, swoosh … The destructive power raged in both of their bodies. Ye Futian felt as if a destructive divine sword had been stabbed into his body, destroying all the power in his body. If his body had turned into a divine tree and his limbs and bones had turned into branches, then the destructive sword was destroying the ancient tree and its branches in a frenzy, wanting to shatter it into pieces.
Ye Futian felt as if his bones were breaking. His limbs and bones were being destroyed, and his internal organs were about to be destroyed.
The terrifying power made Ye Futian feel weak in an instant. He wanted to fall, but he was held back by the chains. He was so weak that he could not even lie down.
"Huff …" Ye Futian let out a long breath. He felt extreme pain. What was even more frightening was that after this attack, the power of destruction from before continued to eat away at his body. It was as if it wanted to devour him completely, leaving nothing behind.
"Punishment from the Heavenly Path!"
A thought appeared in Ye Futian's mind. This power was too terrifying. Even someone as strong as him was in such a state, let alone others.
If the Devil Emperor did not suppress the Demonic Abyss, what would the Devil World look like?
What kind of pain would the people of the Devil World suffer?
The Devil World and the Demonic Abyss were just prisons under the Heavenly Path that had developed to this point.
The tribulation dissipated. Life force flowed through Ye Futian's body, healing his damaged body. He regained some strength and looked up at Yu Sheng. He saw that Yu Sheng's situation was not much better than his. Like him, Yu Sheng was also suffering from terrible pain. His body hung there powerlessly. If it were not for the chains, he would have fallen as well.
"Are you okay?" Ye Futian asked. His voice was a little low and weak.
"I'm fine," Yu Sheng replied with his head lowered.
"Alright." Ye Futian did not say anything else. He closed his eyes and focused on recovering. His recovery ability had always been very strong. He hoped that he would be able to return to peak condition before tomorrow.
There was silence on the Demon Slaying Platform. It was especially quiet. Only the Demonic Abyss in the sky continued to nurture destructive power.
After a long time, Ye Futian was gradually able to resist the erosion of the destructive power. His strength had also recovered a lot. He looked up at Yu Sheng again. He looked a little disheveled, and his hair was messy. But there was a smile in his eyes. "This tribulation is better for tempering the body than the divine tribulation of the Great Path."
"You dare to dream," Yu Sheng replied with his head lowered. His hair covered his face.
"Why wouldn't I dare to dream?" Ye Futian said. "It cannot kill us. It will only make us stronger. It is the same with the Demonic Abyss."
"Hmm." Yu Sheng clenched his fists. The chains clanked. It could not kill them. It would only make them stronger.
The 49 Tribulations could cleanse the Devil Body again.
In the distance, in the sky above the Demon God Temple, a figure stood there. His eyes pierced through space and looked in the direction of the Demon Slaying Platform. All of this fell into his eyes.
"This is only the beginning!"
The figure said in a low voice. The 49 Tribulations were only the first one. He wanted to see how many tribulations the two of them could withstand and whether they could survive.
If they could survive the 49 Tribulations, they would indeed become stronger.
But, could they do it?
Time passed day by day. On the Demon Slaying Platform, Ye Futian and Yu Sheng experienced a struggle between life and death every day!
PS: They will write more at night!
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